IV Concurso de «Horror Stories» del IES El Portillo
Como cada año, el Departamento de Inglés en colaboración con el resto de profesores que imparten clases en grupos BRIT, organiza un concurso de Historias de Terror -abierto a todo el alumnado del centro- para celebrar Halloween.
Todos los estudiantes interesados envían sus historias -originales y escritas en lengua inglesa- a sus profesores y estos las valoran.
La ganadora este curso en la categoría Junior ha sido YASMINE HRIDA y en la categoría Senior PETRICA SINTION. Cada uno recibirá tres entradas de cine para que puedan disfrutar de la película que elijan con sus amigos.
¡¡Enhorabuena a los dos!!
Podéis leer sus magníficas Horror Stories ahora mismo:
THE TIME, by Yasmine Hrida (1º ESO Brit)
You are going to sleep, you close your eyes but when you open your eyes it’s not the same, everything changes, you , your family.. now you are in 1890, you get up thinking it’s a dream but when you see the 1’96 meters man, you secure that isn’t a dream, the man is Robin Codeman, the serial killer of the epoch, your freeze but you know what to do, you see a lot of horror movies. You try to run, but he’s faster, you try to scream but no one hears you, and this is when you think “why me? Why me if there are 7 billion people in this world?”
You are tired , you can’t move any part of your body, Robin approached you and said “why not you, it’s the real question”….
THERE’S A STRANGER IN MY HOUSE, by Petrica Sintion (4º ESO Brit)
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning. Pitch black outside. I live far away from the city. The door to my room is open. I remember closing it last night, when I went to sleep. All my windows are closed. I’m scared. I breathe slowly trying my all to not draw attention to my being. I feel something is staring at me from the darkness. Might be a guy who has broken into my house, or it might be not. I know I should get out of bed, research for the culprit, call the police or the emergency service but the horror I feel paralyzes me. A sudden scream makes chills go down my spine. I feel the sweat going down my body. That’s it, I have to do something. Slowly, I turn around in bed and I search for anything that could be used as a weapon. I find a pair of scissors that might be useful. I can hear my heart beat like crazy and I feel that even the invader can hear it. I can’t see much apart from the clock in my room. I hear something moving towards me. The echo of footsteps hitting the ground. Seeing the shape of a shadow against the open door, I grab the scissors with all my straight and I stab the shadow near the heart. I stop in my place, breathing with fear, thinking I’ve just killed someone. An indescribable pain in my abdomen torments me and I fall to my knees. All I hear is:
– It would have hurt less if you had just waited in your bed. You wouldn’t have left much pain if you had just kept pretending you were sleeping.
Turns out, I was the one murdered. The clock rings, telling me I die at twenty five to 4 o’clock in the morning.
Before losing consciousness I see the intruder stepping near my bleeding body and getting into my bed. Him sleeping in the warmth of my bed, my corpse rotting on the floor.
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